The Hitman's Angel(13)

“You make it very hard to control myself,” he rasps, settling himself between my thighs. “Your little mouth tastes like honey and I can smell your pussy drenching itself for me in welcome.” He pumps his hips into the juncture of my thighs and moans hoarsely. “A few more minutes of this kissing, angel, then we stop. You would not think yourself so safe if you knew the visions in my head.”

Snared in my own wickedness, I settle my knees against his ribcage. “What are they?”

“Bad little girl,” Lenin growls. His big hand captures my jaw, his thumb tugging down my lower lip so he can sweep his tongue into my open mouth. His weight is all rough angles and thick muscles. On top of me, it is divine. I’m naked and he’s still half-clothed. In every way that counts, I’m at his mercy. So why does it seem like he’s at mine? It’s an incredible feeling. His kisses are ferocious. Wet and male and untamed. His mouth works mine fast and hard, his bulge grinding on my naked flesh. “You’re going to let Daddy put his big cock in this mouth someday.”

Uh oh. Game changer.

As soon as he calls himself my daddy, my feminine flesh squeezes in the most intense way. Enough to make me gasp and wriggle around beneath his hard body. Am I…going to climax? Oh my God. Lust forms a fog around my brain and everything else fades to black except my physical contact with Lenin. It’s all I feel or see or care about. Daddy is on top of me and he’s hungry. In pain, too, if the harsh groans coming from his chest are any clue.

His tongue invades my mouth again, again, again and I feel those thorough licks between my thighs. They stoke the fire that’s beginning to burn out of control. I need something. No, I need…everything. His mouth is relentless, changing directions and attacking me over and over again from every angle. It’s not seduction, it’s just honesty. Pure, raw honesty. When we break for air, I catch the briefest glance of his heavy-lidded expression, strained muscles, sweat gathering at the center of his thick pectorals. Muscles flash and glisten, his mouth is wet and he bares his teeth at me every time he thrusts against my core.

He’s starved for me. How could he possibly stop?

I don’t know. But he would.

Maybe that’s part of the reason I don’t want him to anymore.

Trust and affection expands inside me until I’m going to snap.

I trust my daddy. I want to show him. Make him happy.

I want to be his good little girl.

Before he can plant his tongue inside my mouth again, I whisper hurriedly, “I don’t want to stop at kissing anymore. I n-need you inside me. Please.”

He drops his face into my neck and bellows like a wounded animal. “Nyet. You are testing me. I will be unbreakable for you, angel. You will not doubt me.”

“No. No, I don’t doubt you. At all. Please. I’ve changed my mind.”

Those heated eyes run over my face and he shakes his head. “I will pass this test even if it kills me. I will suffer to make you mine forever.”

Oh my God. He’s really not going to take me.

I have no one to blame but myself.

It’s so ridiculous to feel tears welling up behind my eyes, but I’m really beginning to ache, and intuition tells me Lenin claiming me is the only way to make it stop. On top of my own growing lust, there’s an urge to satisfy him that is immense. “Please?”

He curses a blue streak in Russian that I assume is an elaborate no.

Before I can stop it, a tear leaks free.

Lenin watches the bead of moisture slide down my temple in horror. “What is that, Margaret? What are you doing?”

Another tear escapes and Lenin’s panic escalates. He looks like he’s just witnessed a bomb detonate and destroy civilization as we know it.

“You are…crying?”

“I’m okay,” I sob, totally not convincing him. “It’s just that I need you. All of you. And you won’t believe me and it’s all my fault.”

The rambling words are barely out of my mouth before Lenin reaches down and yanks down his zipper. Looking down between our bodies, I watch as his hand disappears inside his pants and quickly pulls out a huge, throbbing snake of flesh. The wet head is a purplish red color, wet and dripping. A deeply rooted yearning twists inside of me. This is my mate. And I’m his. We’re about to make each other whole and I’m suddenly frantic for that to happen. I’m whimpering and writhing on the bed, spreading my thighs as wide as I can.

Daddy’s good little girl.

“Shhh. Please don’t cry. You’ll rip me apart with these tears.” Lenin presses his panting open mouth to the pulse at my neck. “I’ll make it all better, angel.”

With that, he slams his cock home inside me.

I hold my breath, expecting terrible pain, but there’s mainly a sense of completion. I’m full of Lenin’s manhood, so full I can’t move without him rubbing a mysterious spot deep, deep inside me. Ohhhhh. There’s a touch of discomfort as my flesh stretches to take his erection, but his expression is one of such profound pleasure, I welcome the tenderness. I’ll gladly exchange pain to be this close to Lenin, giving him everything.

My jaw is caught in his grip. “Who has taken your virginity?”

“Daddy has,” I whine.

“Yes, angel. You will not cry now,” he demands, gruffly. “You will only be happy.”